I know a zealous woman Who devoured an Oreo Double-stuffed By biting half into it Letting the lugubrious lard Slide down Teasing her tastebuds And then like a barber Slicing his victims She took each side Dark and crumbling And ground the one against the other Twisting the milky insides Until they, suctioned by an Unseen force Divorced. As she did this An incredible shimmering of Impermanent brilliance Dazzled her eye She took this one look at The engagement ring, So meticulously placed in the Middle of her Cream - y Delight Tilted her head sideways, As if listening for the barber's Instructions, And like that Still frog with His fly - Stuck out her tongue and Gobbled it up.
Reason for writing:
It's kind of a long history, but in brief: A woman fell in love with this man she met in Thailand (he was traveling as was she). It's one of those true-love-becomes-a-novel stories. ANyway, they have huge religious differences that shouldn't matter, but it's at the point where those differences are keeping them from spending the rest of their life together, ie. "marriage". ANd I'm wondering in this poem, whether sex or passion, or love is the binding force. I always take my emotions, expand them to some other realm, and then write. So the poem isn't exactly about me, but kind of the universal confusion that happens in some relationships. Everything in it that you think might refer to sex, does.
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